syncopated.

wish you were here

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail
A smile from a veil
Do you think you can tell
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold comfort for change
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage

last night in beijing

a group of us were sitting in kfc, killing time before the final meetup, before we left for the airport. talking about people, about girls, about us.

we seem to find ourselves judging people first on appearances and overheard 'rumours', long before actually taking any effort to know the person. the example taken here is from what i was hearing about ricky and royston talking about mun (who was also at the table). about how they used to think in sec 1-2 that he was this 'dao' 'playboy' who's 'smart and proud of it' (to quote some of the words used). and then pern yi was complaining the night before about the behaviour of the softballers in their group.

labels are evil. you can't just go around putting labels on people. then they are usually exaggerations which focus solely on the negative. and finally... who's to say that people aren't going to change for the better? labels aren't going to last.

lets try not to make enemies with everyone, shall we?

How I wish
How I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here

this was especially true for me as i really only had 2 relatively close friends in my group - if not for them i'd probably have found myself quite out of phase with everything. so thanks to mark chua and michael shen, i at least had a fun group of people to laugh and hang out with (as well as kick ball with).

i guess some of the other interesting aspects about the trip would include having learnt to play around with dad's camera, cheap prices, soccer, and running around at outrageous times of day, outside of the schedule.

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

love,

friend of the night.

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